Why stay in this low drinking-place when all Nature beckons?
Come on back to Hoffmuller's.

Besides,"-- he cast a reproachful look at the bar-tender,--"the hospitality of this place is not what an upright citizen of this great republic has a right to expect when he's throwing his good money right and left." He marched out in hurt dignity, followed by his train, many of whom, in loyalty to their host, sneered openly at the bar-tender as they passed.
Outside the Colonel poised himself in gala attitude, and benignantly surveyed our quiet little Main Street in both directions.

Across the way in the door of the First National Bank stood Asa Bundy, a look of interest on his face.
The Colonel's sweeping glance halted upon Bundy.

With a glad cry he started across to him, but Bundy, beholding the move, fled actively inside.

The Colonel reached the door of the bank and tried the knob, but the key had been turned in the lock, and the next moment the curtains of the door were swiftly drawn.